Dumbledore came to us with such seriousness and solemnity adorning his wizened features that I immediately thought my parents had died. It was not so. The twinkling eyes of the Headmaster we had known and loved were replaced with the look of a man who had seen the future and knew that it held nothing but sorrow. To this day, I wonder if he was looking at us four young boys in front of him and wondering who would be the first to die. He surely had never thought that none of those boys, so full of the liveliness of youth, would survive. Such is life, though.